"Save your saint?"
Liu Wuxie was stunned.
The saint they were talking about was probably Qing Muling.
After the last separation, Qingmu Ling returned to the Rakshasa clan. Could it be that something happened in the middle?
"The saint has been imprisoned. The patriarch plans to betroth her to the Stone Clan. The wedding will be held one day later."
Yue Qianchou made a long story short, with anxiety in his eyes.
"Please tell me clearly, isn't Qing Muling a saint from the Rakshasa tribe? Why did she marry the Stone tribe?"
Liu Wuxie told Yue Qianchou not to worry and asked him to explain clearly.
Jade Rakshasa stood aside and did not speak.
Although she and Qing Muling had no intersection, Qing Muling risked his life to find and come back to save her. Now that Qing Muling was in trouble, she definitely couldn't ignore him. "Back then, you invaded the Holy Mountain and stole the Jialuo Divine Dagger. The patriarch was furious. You should know what happened next. The Saint and Luo He went to the fairy world. It was not until more than a year ago that Luo He successfully returned through Linglong Heaven. In the world of reincarnation, I learned from Luo? that the saint was captured by you and became your prisoner. Since then, a new saint has been established in the clan to take the place of the saint. This time the saint comes back, She did not bring back the Jialuo Divine Dagger, and the clan believed that she had been
You defiled and abolished your status as a saint, marrying far away from the Stone Clan. "
After Yue Qianchou finished speaking, he glanced at Liu Wuxie meaningfully, and then sighed.
Liu Wuxie frowned. He didn't expect that the Rakshasa clan would know about his imprisonment of Qing Muling.
It seems that the Rakshasa clan also knows in their hearts that the purpose of imprisoning Qing Muling is to force them to use rat weapons, and they dare not do anything to them.
So not long after Luo Hu came back, the patriarch abolished the identity of Qingmuling Saint and established a new Saint.
Liu Wuxie basically understood the whole story.
The Rakshasa tribe mistakenly believed that Qingmu Ling had been defiled by them during her imprisonment and was no longer worthy of becoming a Rakshasa tribe saint.
Entering the world of reincarnation this time, the Rakshasa tribe should know that Liu Wuxie came back with her, which is even more intriguing.
After imprisoning Xiao for two years, why did he suddenly let her back?
The most important thing is that Qing Muling failed to bring back the Jialuo Divine Dagger, so she is the sinner of the Rakshasa clan.
Although the Stone Clan is one of the upper three tribes, the Stone Clan is extremely cruel. Their hearts are like stones, without any emotions.
If Qing Muling is allowed to marry the Stone Clan, she will definitely suffer inhuman torture in the future.
The Stone Tribe is so huge that Qingmu Ling cannot withstand the torture and will be tortured to death within a few days.
After hearing Yue Qianchou's narration, a sharp murderous intent flashed through the depths of Liu Wuxie's eyes.
The relationship between him and Qing Muling was completely innocent.
Entering the world of reincarnation, Qing Muling risked his life to save him. He kept this kindness in his heart.
Now that Qingmu Ling is in trouble, how can he just sit back and ignore it.
"Why marry Qingmu Ling to the Stone Clan?"
Liu Wuxie took a deep breath to calm down the murderous intention in his heart, and asked Yue Qianchou.
"To be honest, the patriarch has taken a fancy to an area of the Stone Clan, so he used the Saint in exchange."
Mentioning this matter, Yue Qianchou also looked angry.
Others didn't understand the Saint, but he knew very well that there was no male-female relationship between the Saint and Liu Wuxie.
Moreover, the nuns in the clan also checked and found that the saint was still a virgin.
For this reason, Yue Qianchou found the clan leader and hoped that the clan leader would think twice.
Not only did the clan leader not accept it, but he scolded Yue Qianchou angrily.
In desperation, Yue Qianchou found the saint and wanted to help her escape. With his ability, he was unable to save the saint.
Later, I learned from the saint that Liu Wuxie was rushing to the Shura clan.
Yue Qianchou then traveled day and night, and finally arrived and stopped Liu Wuxie before he left.
If they were one step slower, Liu Wuxie and Jade Rakshasa would leave the world of reincarnation.
"Why are you hesitating? Qingmu Ling is passionately devoted to you, and even risked his own life to save you. Could it be that you just watched her being thrown into a pit of fire?"
Before Liu Wuxie could speak, Yu Luosha spoke first.
Yue Qianchou curled his lips, and as he guessed, the saint fell in love with Liu Wuxie at first sight.
Their decision that day was wrong. They should not have allowed the Saint to recover the Jialuo Divine Dagger.
It's better now. The Jialuo Divine Dagger has not been recovered, and even the Saintess has got involved.
"Lead the way!"
Liu Wuxie asked Yue Qianchou to lead the way.
"Aren't you afraid that this is a trap? We said this deliberately to lure you to the Rakshasa clan and kill you in one fell swoop."
Yue Qianchou thought Liu Wuxie would consider it, but he didn't expect Liu Wuxie to agree so simply.
Liu Wuxie didn't think that the Rakshasa clan deliberately lured the enemy deeper and led him into the trap that the Rakshasa clan had laid out in advance.
Qing Mu Ling risked his life to save him, so he had to confirm it.
If it is true, if I don’t go, wouldn’t I feel guilty for the rest of my life?
"If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will kill you!"
Liu Wuxie's eyes turned cold, unwilling to talk nonsense with Yue Qianchou.
Yue Qianchou shrank his neck. It had only been a few years, but now he no longer had the qualifications to look up to the human kid he was chasing.
He walked in front obediently and rushed towards the Rakshasa tribe.
From here it is about a day's journey to the Rakshasa tribe.
The wedding is scheduled for tomorrow.
So they need to hurry up so as not to miss the wedding.
With lightning speed, the four of them were like shooting stars, streaking across the sky.
At this moment, the Rakshasa tribe is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.
Many customs of the Rakshasa tribe still follow human ways, but their lanterns are not bright red, but purple, which is more glamorous.
The door is covered with strange pictures, which don't look like human beings. They are basically the word "happy".
A large number of Rakshasa tribesmen shuttled through it, very busy.
The Stone Tribe had arrived a day early, and the wedding rules of the reincarnation world were very different from those of humans.
A courtyard full of masters.
Qing Muling was sitting in the room, with two old ladies standing on her left and right sides.
"Holy girl, the auspicious time is coming, hurry up and dress up!"
The old woman on the right said softly, and then the Rakshasa women standing on both sides quickly stepped forward to dress Qing Muling.
Two tears fell from the corners of Qing Muling's eyes.
She knew very well that she had no control over her destiny and could only be at the mercy of others.
At this moment, even committing suicide was a luxury for her. The two old ladies staying by her side were arranged by the clan leader. Any trouble could not be hidden from them.
…
The side hall of the Rakshasa tribe!
"Chief Antuo, we will be a family from now on."
The leader of the Rakshasa tribe raised the cup in his hand, looked at the leader of the Stone tribe opposite, and said cheerfully.
"One family, one family."
When Patriarch Antuo spoke, there seemed to be something stuck in his throat.
The Stone Tribe is not good at communication, and they also have their own language and do not like common language.
In today's Three Thousand Worlds, normal communication uses common language, which is basically mastered by all major races.
But there are also some races that still use their own language, and the Stone Tribe is one of them.
The leader of the Stone Clan is tall and takes up half of the table by himself. The table built by the Rakshasa Clan is very large.
At another table, the younger generations of the Rakshasa and Stone tribes were sitting.
"Holy Son Anru, I respect you!"
Several big leaders of the Rakshasa tribe took turns toasting to Holy Son Anru.
Holy Son Anlu is the leader of the younger generation of the Stone Clan and the youngest son of Antuo. He is extremely talented and has inherited the talent of the Stone Clan.
It is said that when he was born, he was so strong that he could lift thousands of pounds of boulders.
"You're welcome, you're welcome. From now on, everyone will visit the Stone Clan more often."
Holy Son Anru has read books on all major races over the years and speaks much more clearly than his father Antuo.
The main hall is filled with light, and the walls are covered with luminous pearls, illuminating the dim main hall beautifully.
"Master, the auspicious time is coming."
A leader of the Rakshasa clan ran over quickly and whispered in the clan leader's ear.
The Rakshasa tribe has a burly appearance, tall body, and powerful arms, especially their cultivation is unfathomable.
"Chief Antuo, it's almost time. Let's move to the main hall."
The leader of the Rakshasa tribe stood up after speaking.
"Chief Barry, please!"
Chief Antuo made a gesture of invitation.
The two clan leaders walked side by side towards the prepared main hall.
At this moment, the main hall was already overcrowded. In addition to the Stone Clan and Rakshasa Clan, the Nether Clan, Ghost Clan, and Bone Clan were also invited.
Like the dead clan, corpse clan, and undead vampire clan, they are not included in the invitation.
These races are too bloody and can easily cause chaos.
Especially the undead vampires. Their forms still have consciousness and are not under their control. They may launch attacks against any race.
If you invite them over, wouldn't you be looking for trouble?
The undead vampires and zombies feed on blood, and the Rakshasa tribe cannot go out and kill other races to provide them with food.
"Congratulations to the two clan leaders!"
In the main hall, many strong men from the Nether Clan came. They stood up quickly and raised their hands to the two clan leaders.
The ghost tribe and the bone tribe stood up.
The ghost tribe is not good at speaking, and the bone tribe is even more terrifying. They stand like skeletons, which is creepy.
Only the Rakshasa tribe looks normal, but they are extremely ugly.
The Rakshasa tribe is a very strange race. The men are ugly and the women are as beautiful as gods.
"Everyone, please take a seat!"
Chief Barry waved his hand and motioned for them all to sit down and talk.
The main hall is very large and can accommodate tens of thousands of people.
"The ghost clan presents a pair of Huntian poison strains!"
After the leader of the ghost clan sat down, the accompanying commander quickly stood up, took out a pair of poison strains, and sent them to the leader of Barry. This was a congratulatory gift from their ghost clan.
Chief Barry followed politely.
The Huntian strain is extremely rare and a rare treasure.
"The Bone Clan gives you a piece of Xiexin tooth stone."
A Bone Race stood up, holding a fist-sized stone in his hand, exuding a very strong evil spirit.
Ordinary people take a breath and feel indescribably comfortable.
The Stone of Evil Heart was born in the world of reincarnation, and its growth conditions are extremely harsh. It takes hundreds of thousands of years to grow out of it.
It is rumored that the Stone of Evil Heart is condensed from the energy of killing evil, and is most suitable for being absorbed by creatures in the world of reincarnation.
On the contrary, human beings take one breath and are quickly taken over by the evil spirit.
Chief Barry responded one by one.
Next came the Nether Clan, who also took out their own congratulatory gifts.
"The Nether Clan presents a basin of Fire Infant Phoenix Brain."
The leader of the Hades held a large basin with a red brain in it.
The moment I took it out, the strong smell was overwhelming. The leaders of the major races stood up one after another, with shocked expressions on their faces. They, the Nether Clan, had hunted the Fire Infant Phoenix from somewhere. Such creatures had long since disappeared.
